“Mom,” I whispered, “how much did Dad know?”
“All of it.”
My throat tightened.
“The money?”
“All of it.”
“The patents?”
“All of it.”
I swallowed.
“And Aaron?”
My mother didn’t answer immediately.
When she finally spoke, her voice had changed.
“He knows much less than he thinks he does.”
At the Prescott Technologies headquarters, Aaron was celebrating.
The private-jet incident had become a joke before the plane even landed.
Someone had recorded the moment I walked away.
By lunchtime, the video was circulating through several executive group chats.
By three o’clock, someone had anonymously posted it online.
The caption read:
“Billionaire CEO’s spoiled wife throws tantrum after secretary takes her seat.”
The comments were brutal.
Aaron didn’t stop them.
In fact, according to Daniel, he laughed when someone showed him the post.
Jasmine sat beside him in his office.
She was wearing a white dress that looked suspiciously similar to one I had once bought for her.
